I don't own any of the characters used in this story (Jacob Black), apart from my own.

A cold wind whipped around my face, as I trudged through the dark and empty streets of Port Angeles. I'd been walking for hours, and the bitterness of the cold air had set in. The dim, orange streetlamps glowed, illuminating the entrance to a small alleyway. I was just about able to squeeze past the narrow walls, and I ended up in what appeared to be a small town square. I gazed upwards to see tiny snowflakes fall gracefully from the sky, and land gently to cover the ground like a thin blanket of candyfloss. My hands and feet were numb with the cold, but I forced myself to continue walking down the cobbled streets. Suddenly, a gust of wind almost knocked me off my feet. Eventually I stumbled awkwardly back to my feet, when I heard it...

Was my mind deceiving me? I was certain that I heard someone behind me. Following me. I shook it off. I wandered aimlessly further into Port Angeles, still unsure of my destination. The sound of crisp leaves crunched loudly beneath my feet, as a approached a row of petite houses to my right. I stared into the frosted windows at the festive Christmas trees, decorated with hundreds of tiny lights, which glistened at me as I walked past. My eyes glanced upwards to reveal the bright white moon, silhouetted against the inky black sky, shining like a large silver penny. Abruptly, I stopped walking. I was faced with a decision, as there was a fork in the road before me. After hesitating for a few moments, I decided to go left. After trudging through the now quite thick snow, I began to question once more why I was still wandering through Port Angeles. My mind got sidetracked. Instantly, I was pulled out my day-dream, when I heard it again...

I was positive that I was being followed. I heard the footsteps of polished shoes tapping on the ground behind me. Now fearing that I was being followed by someone, I had to find somewhere away from these open streets. Curiosity had taken hold of me, when I spotted a huge, old house at the end of the long lane. I didn't want my stalker to see where I was going. Consequently, I ran towards the old, dilapidated and deserted building. As I reached the foot of the house I froze in horror. The door hung from its hinges, the windows were smashed and boarded up, and beneath one window sill, laid a pool of vivid red blood. I knew I shouldn't go inside, but I didn't want the stalker to know where I was. Curiosity took over me once again, and I stumbled up the stone steps, and into the house. The strong smell of must filled the air, and I choked on its scent for a moment. I glanced at the ancient Persian rug which covered the floor. My eyes followed the rug to end of the hallway where I saw something very interesting. A huge smashed mirror, which a golden frame, stood leaning against the wall. Shards of its glass pointed up from the floor like small, shiny daggers. I walked hastily towards it, and crouched down to look at my distorted reflection, when something caught my eye. A tall dark figure stood still in the doorway. My heart sank. I knew that there was someone following me, and now here he was. I bolted for the nearest room, hoping to find an escape. I was sorely mistaken...

Stood at the other side of the room was another man, and the very sight of him sent my mind to spiral in fear and panic. When he turned to face me, I saw fresh blood dripping from his lips. My heart was pounding against my chest, and there was nowhere I could run, not with the stalker behind me. The strange man looked down to the floor. My eyes followed his gaze to find a young girl lying motionless on the floor beside him, blood gushing from her neck. I was frozen in sheer terror. He took one step towards me and I pinned myself against the wall in horror. Suddenly, someone burst through the doorway, took me in his arms, and ran. He carried me from the old house, and away from that creature. The stranger carried me to an old truck, and safely put on my seatbelt. He looked down and smiled at me. "Don't worry...I'll keep you safe from that monster". I tried to speak but couldn't find the words. Finally, I managed to say something. "Who are you? That thing was following me, stalking me!" I choked out.

"No it wasn't following you, and I'm Jacob...your stalker..."